Groove Factory vom 17.01.26

00:00:03: This poem is called Blase Shades.

00:00:09: Today I got a raise, but then so did my rent, so now I'm looking at my raise through my Blase Shades.

00:00:18: I remember to take the bins out, but now my old link is in town, so I guess that trash can stay.

00:00:25: I watch him call my phone through my Blase Shades.

00:00:28: Occasionally I like to paint.

00:00:31: But only in deep blues and grays.

00:00:34: Blase shades, Blase shades.

00:00:37: I look so cool on stage with my Blase shades.

00:00:40: I guess it's easier to bear your soul when you can't see anyone's face.

00:00:45: Let me escape towards the sunshine.

00:00:47: Maybe I'll sit under some Blase shade.

00:00:50: But somehow care follows me like nine follows eight Like months follow weeks like madness follows grates.

00:00:58: I see the love for my art, but I always remember the hate.

00:01:02: Comment sections, acts and mentions throwing blasé shade because they look at me so uppity then hear my bars and chains.

00:01:11: My blasé shades are vintage, rose tinted existential around the frame.

00:01:17: But I tilt them down on occasion just to make sure I'm still keeping the game.

00:08:36: And the now trashed Mission Blue Skies move safe into the same type of honey that I bought last Christmas ventriles in Chris Chow.